Williams told HuffPost via email, "I came up with the idea all on my own and did not really tell anyone about it. When my friends found out about it though, they thought it was hilarious."

The essay read,

"The sound of my doorbell starts off high, then the pitch mellows out, and the whole effect mimics an instrumental interpretation of rain finally finding a steady pace at which to fall. I have spent several minutes analyzing its tone because I have had many opportunities to do so, as one thing I love to do is order pizza and have it delivered to my house. When the delivery person rings my doorbell, I instantly morph into one of Pavlov's dogs, salivating to the sound that it signals the arrival of the cheesy, circular glory. It smells like celebration, as I love to rejoice a happy occasion by calling Papa John's for my favorite food. It takes like comfort, since having pizza delivered to my quiet home is a way to unwind. It looks like self-sufficiency, because when I was younger, ordering pizza made me feel grown-up, and it still provides that satisfaction for my child at heart. Accepting those warm cardboard boxes at my front door is second nature to me, but I will always love ordering pizza because of the way eight slices of something so ordinary are able to evoke feelings of independence, consolation, and joy."

Williams celebrated her acceptance by doing the only appropriate thing: Ordering more Papa John's pizza, of course.

In the end, the 18-year-old ended up selecting Auburn University as the school she will continue her studies at. (Williams plans on pursuing a business degree while minoring in economics.) Fittingly, the school welcomed her on Twitter by telling to her stop by the Student Center for a slice of pizza.